No one came to my son’s surgery. Three days later, my mom texted me demanding $5,000 for my sister’s wedding dress.

but his eyes kept drifting toward the hallway.

At 6:22, the nurse began rolling his bed toward the operating room. Caleb looked even smaller beneath the hospital lights, swallowed by blue blankets, wires, and the gentle beeping of machines. He tried to smile at me, but his lower lip shook.

“Tell Aunt Vanessa I wasn’t scared,” he said.

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